Her only hobby is making porcelain.
In her life, few things besides Fuhua could occupy her heart.
But now, this marriage, which she didn't value, has spread like vines throughout her heart.
The research work has probably come to a standstill. There are no new product developments, and no one has told them which directions to research.
Everyone at Fuhua headquarters was waiting for Song Qing's move, waiting for Weisheng's project to go public, and to see how he would arrange things. She had said she didn't want Fuhua to be in a passive position. But now, she was being hindered at every turn.
Suddenly, we ran aground everywhere.
She waited through countless nights, but there was no longer a Yi Zhengwei driving around frantically searching for her, no one to let her say, like last time, "Let's get married," or now, "Let's make up."
Sitting on the stone bench by the front gate, watching the sky slowly brighten, her mind cleared for a moment. Suddenly, it seemed as if all sorts of things were rushing to her mind. She desperately told herself to stay calm, to stay calm, not to rush. It turned out that she had come here to sort out her thoughts and plan her next step.
The moment the sun rose above the horizon, she made a phone call.
"Gao Hua, help me find out where Xu Zhihan is now. I need to know the results immediately."
Gao Hua was taken aback. "Is it Chief Engineer Xu?" This name seemed so distant from Fuhua now. It was as if it had vanished with Song Jingmo's passing.
"Yes, tell me immediately, no matter where you are." She hung up, seemingly having sorted out some of her thoughts.
Facing the sun, she smiled faintly, then turned to help the shop owner tidy up and close the stall.
In fact, Yi Zhengwei was there too. Since he was able to find Song Qing the first time, he could naturally guess where she would hide under such circumstances.
He wanted to tell her to leave everything to him, but he couldn't.
In his mind, Yue Ming's ceramics shop was no different from the name Yan Xunan.
Song Qing was troubled by whether or not she should confront Yan Xunan directly, but what did it have to do with him?
Thinking of the shock and heartbreak on Song Qing's face when he smashed those porcelain dolls that day, he turned back countless times as he sped through the streets of Linchuan, but he could never take that step.
They were all engrossed in their own world and imagination, forgetting that their pregnant wives needed care and the anguish their worried husbands were enduring.
Sometimes, the hurt comes from the one you love most.
Love can make people feel lost, confused, and irrational. It can make them forget what is important and what is not, and leave them with no rational standards of judgment.
We both made concessions, we both had our reasons, but we still couldn't reach the heart of the person you wanted to reach.
The divide between the east and west banks of the river is not merely about career and interests.
The deeper we love, the more we realize that we are incapable of loving others.
We've even forgotten the most basic ways and principles of love.
Extra-Ten years...
When I was fifteen, the weather was just as hot as in previous years, no different from usual.
Song Jingmo ultimately turned a blind eye to Song Qing and Yan Xunan's actions, stemming from her understanding of Song Qing's personality. Song Qing continued to obey him in everything and never disappointed him. Perhaps because of this, Song Qing established her independent personality early on. She had her own ideas and wanted to make decisions independently. Over the years, Song Jingmo had always yielded to Song Qing's wishes when it came to matters of the heart. Moreover, she also liked Yan Xunan very much. How could Song Jingmo know the ambition and thoughts in Yan Xunan's heart, who was idle all day long? When Song Qing was with Yan Xunan, Song Qing actually acted like an adult.
After all, they were well-acquainted families, and Yan Xunan naturally frequented the Song family, becoming a regular visitor.
Song Qing was already in her second year of high school and her studies were going very smoothly. Song Jingmo began to let her look at the company's information and familiarize herself with the company's operations. During winter and summer vacations, she naturally interned at Fuhua. She did not develop early and still had short hair that reached her ears, which hung straight down to her ears. She wore conventional clothes and had her hair styled with bangs that covered her broad and clean forehead. She was low-key and well-behaved. No one in the company could imagine that the company's future would depend on this little girl.
Yan Xunan waited for her idly downstairs at Fuhua Building. Fuhua's booming success seemed to have cast a thick shadow in his heart. Why couldn't she be like Song Ning, learning something she liked, even just going shopping? She was increasingly exuding an air of stubbornness and strength, which he didn't like. He could rely on Song Qing in his daily life, but he couldn't imagine that one day he would need Song Qing's help even in his career.
Song Qing rushed out, panting, and got into the car. "I'm sorry, Xu Nan, Dad had something to talk to me about earlier, so I was delayed."
He shrugged indifferently and led her away.
Along the way, Song Qing wanted to speak several times, but seeing his expression, she always kept quiet.
"By the way, Xu Nan, I recently took some time to visit Yueming Street. Look, what's this?" She proudly pulled out her latest porcelain doll.
"It's very beautiful." Yan Xunan glanced at it, but didn't seem particularly pleased.
Song Qing's face darkened, and she pouted and said "Oh".
"Qing'er, in a few years, you won't look at me like this anymore."
Song Qing seemed to understand but not quite. The porcelain doll that looked so much like her had her hands clasped together, her eyes sparkling, and she looked up slightly at the tall and handsome Yan Xunan beside her. In fact, this was also the artistic conception she wanted to achieve.
For the first time, she felt a little sad.
"No, Xu Nan."
“Fuhua will be yours sooner or later, but Weisheng is controlled by your uncle. With Xu Kai around, I can never take over.”
"Don't do that, Xu Nan, I don't care."
*
For the first time, she had the thought of backing down. Several times, she hesitated in front of Song Jingmo's study door, and several times she even raised her hand to knock, but in the end she put it down.
The day had come, and seeing her father's health deteriorating, she had no reason to back down.
She tossed and turned for several nights without sleeping well. There were only a few years left before she graduated from university. What would become of her and Yan Xunan after graduation?
It seems that since that day, Xu Nan has rarely come to see her. Is it because he is afraid to see her?
She longed to be like Song Ning, carefree and able to do whatever she wanted.
But that very night, Song Ning entered her room carrying a blanket.